Sacred Awakenings

Closer

Aiden’s POV

Last night, I had another threesome. You would think that having two girls at once and dominating them both would be enough to scratch my itch, but it just reminds me that my little witch is out there somewhere. I first saw her when she was too young to identify her soulmate, so I gave her time, but it has been a couple of years and I haven’t seen her around. Sometimes, I think I smell her delectable scent, but it’s always faint.

I am glad that Felix has asked me to get a few drinks with him tonight. As a witch he might know her or be able to find her. I will ask him for his help tonight.

I gave up on love over a century ago. The best I can expect is a companionable mating. All those years ago, when I saw her in that shop I knew she liked what she saw when I had those tight pants on. I could smell it, but I never got the chance to ask her out. When I find her again, I am not wasting my time. I will ask her out.

The last thing I expected of the night was to be eye to eye with her at the small table in the brewery. As I take her hand for introductions, I look her directly in the eye and try to put all the deliciously dark and twisted things I want to do to her into thoughts that I can project into her subconscious.

I imagine dressing her in a corset and thong with platform stilettos and squeezing those full breasts while I kiss and lick her smooth neck and how I want to tie her up and tease her before I taste that p***y.

I wonder how wet spanking will get her, or if she will like my whip collection. How far can I push her limits? But first, I have to scratch that itch and bury my c**k deep inside her to claim her and make her mine and then we can see how far she will let me push her.

She has stayed for two drinks and idle chat, but neither Felix nor I can convince her to stay for a third. Before she leaves, I have to ask her. I am deeply disappointed when she turns me down, but I will not give up. If there is anything that I have learned in my 225 years on this planet it is that persistence pays off. It is through persistence that I have finally got my nightclub, a club that opens in less than a month.

Watching her walk out the door is hard, but answering Felix’s questions honestly without giving away too much is nearly impossible.

“What was that? You were totally creeping on her and I have never seen you seem so desperate for a date, Aiden. Is something wrong with you? Is there something special about her? I know she’s a special witch. She’s one of my closest friends and powerful, but you were all dark and staring like you were staring right into her soul and trying to seduce her at the same time. She has had the same boyfriend for years now and while she could do better, I don’t think she is inclined to break up with him,” Felix rambles beside me while fixing me with an inquisitive stare.

I lean back in my chair and play it cool.

“I have never met a woman quite like her before. Her demeanor fascinates me and her curvaceous figure turns me on. From her luscious lips to her ample breasts and her thick thighs I want to feel it all on my body,” I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips.

If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at.

“You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

He’s not wrong, but I shrug it off.

“What about you? Ever since Paul broke up with you because he thought you were cheating on him with a girl you are friends with you haven’t really been looking or so it seems.”

“It was her. He thought Willow, and I had something more because we are such close friends, she and Kyle had the same fight about how close we are, but they stayed together. I don’t have time to go looking actively, but I’m not being a hermit, either,” Felix says and relaxes into the conversation.

I steer the conversation away from Willow for the rest of the evening, even though thoughts of her invade my mind. Her naked form invades my imagination and how I crave the real thing. I must have missed something Felix just said, because he is nudging my arm and looking at me expectantly.

“I thought I lost you in that big, scaly head of yours,” he says and laughs.

“You were thinking about Willow. It’s fine, she’s a great catch for anyone who likes women. You don’t have to hide your desire from me.”

I groan. “She is incredibly sexy and I want her.”

I won’t lie but I won’t reveal that she is my mate either. She should be able to feel it. Witches may feel it differently. Werewolves and dragons have similar reactions to the bond, though there are some differences.

I didn’t miss Felix calling my head big and scaly, but I ignore it, for now. He figured out what I am. He’s never seen me in dragon form, but we have been friends for long enough for him to piece it together. I can’t always pass the yellow dragon eyes off as contacts when they show and smoke billowing from my mouth isn’t always easy to pass off as smoke from a cigarette. The more restless Drelduin gets, the more obvious the signs are. Sensing his mate always makes him restless. I am sure that he will keep me up all night tonight because as much as I want her; he wants…no, needs her in his den.

I don’t bother sleeping when I get home, but I meditate. I invade her dreams and see that she is already dreaming some spicy dreams about me, so I just nudge a little, adding some extra heat and a hint or two more kink. My jealousy doesn’t flare like it should when her dreams flash images of a little white and lavender haired Asian person under a shower. I do not know who that person is to her, or whether they are male or female, but I feel like I should know them. One thing is for certain, though. She will wake up craving my touch.

I shower quickly and dress in my usual black button up and tight black jeans before stalking out the door and going to get myself some coffee.

I stay in the shadows, using my ability to remain hidden as I watch her enter the coffee shop alone. I can’t keep my distance, feeling drawn to her. I slink into the back alley, where I watch her bend over to pick up a tray of baked goods. Her perfectly round ass makes me want to keep her bent over like that while I tear those tight black jeans off of her and take her from behind. Of course, a couple of smacks to that perfect ass would fuel our heat more. She senses someone even though she can’t see me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t send her some mental images of me and her together while she works.

The pink and black uniform shirt looks out of place on her, yet fits her curves perfectly. She deserves to be lavished in silks and leather, not stuck in a cotton polyester blend uniform. I notice the change in music streaming through the cracked open back window. I saw her open it a few moments ago and assume that it is because my sexy projections have her heated. The music is decidedly more pop than before, and I hear her voice talking to two others.

“It’s not as simple as that. You both know how it is for me,” she sighs.

“It can be that simple. Drop him and come to the club with me next month. You will find someone else in no time,” says a voice that is high yet has the gravely edge of someone who smokes a pack a day.

I exhale clouds of smoke and huffing. She has someone right here. She just can’t see that she is mine, yet.

“Lee! I might pay most of the rent, but his income helps pay the bills and buy food,” Willow’s voice sounds exasperated and I want to go to her and tell her I will take care of her, but I can’t.

She needs to acknowledge the bond before I can take her.

I enter the shop, and her scent surrounds me. It’s mixed with the scent of a pixie and human and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods, but she is not at the front end of the store. A short, sassy woman with blond curly hair and big brown eyes, wearing thick glasses and a white and pink version of the uniform shirt stands behind the counter with narrowed eyes and hands on her hips. Something tells me she is the reason “resting b***h face” is a term, like she always looks ready to kill someone three times her size.

That must be the pixie. They might look cute and little, but they will f**k you up.

“Can I get a large French roast coffee, black and double chocolate muffin?” I ask as kindly as I can muster.

I don’t want to spook her or scare her co-workers, so I don’t hang around waiting for her. I know where she is and that will have to suffice for the moment. I have to check on the construction in my club and be sure it is all running on schedule, but I hear her shout from the back room before I leave.

“Lee, I am still grinding beans, but Rook is due in for his small decaf one and a half sugars, light with milk at any moment. Can you get it ready?”

The door shuts and I see a slim, old fae man hustling for the shop as I walk towards my club.

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I look at the half fae with the pretty face and white hair streaked with shades of green who is sitting across from me in my nearly finished office. He’s slim and has tattoos covering his arms and peeking above his collar. Many fae won’t mar themselves with tattoos, but this one is half human and staring at me like he knows something that I can’t fathom, yet.

“It’s simple. I need a job and you need a bartender. A human bartender can’t grow the herbs that I do, at least not in the dead of winter, nor would they know what some are. I make artisanal herb infused cocktails as far as the humans are concerned and they love them. To shifters, like yourself, they are powerful and heady elixirs,” he says.

I see why he is looking at me that way. It’s our first meeting, and he already knows that I am a shifter, but does he know what kind? Let’s see.

“Maybe for a wolf, but I am no simple wolf shifter,” I hiss.

Yes, I am bitter. My brother died assisting a wolf shifter, just a couple of years after we lost our parents and I have been alone ever since.

“I know that. Elixirs for dragons require herbs that rarely grow in these parts. You are a dragon of European origin, if I am not wrong. Therefore, the herbs that are best for you differ from an Asian dragon. Not that you can’t drink the same elixirs, but the effectiveness depends on the region of origin,” he says smugly.

“Do you have the papers to work in this realm?” I ask.

He is half human, but I always need to check. The Council doesn’t need any excuse to shut me down.

“Right here! I was born and raised in this realm, so it’s easy,” he says with a broad smile plastered to his pretty face as he hands me the papers.

I picture this half fae sucking my c**k with that smile on his face, but it makes no sense to me. Not that I haven’t been with a man in my 225 years, but I have a mate and she is perfect. I just need to claim her.

“You are hired, but I want one of those elixirs as soon as the bar is stocked,” I grunt and he gets up, shaking my hand and throwing a smile and wink over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

Something weird is going on here, but I can’t piece it together yet.